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Tomiko wasn't looking for trouble, but it found her. Tightly bound in a blouse and heels, she chokes on a large red ballgag. Her jaw is pried open to the max and her cries are muffled. The ropes dig painfully into her tanned and toned skin as she struggles to avoid the rough hands that bare her breasts and paw her body all over. Soon tape is wrapped tightly around her head over and over, pushing the ballgag deeper and deeper into her mouth. He once again feels her tits, this time his hands on her bared skin and nipples. He leaves her to struggle, the agony obvious on her face as she writhes against the tight ropes until exhausted. Her plight is not over though. Now in a black dress, she is harshly tied and gagged with a large ball and black gauze. Forced into a room and groped mercilessly by a mirror, she closes her eyes tightly to avoid seeing herself bound and groped. He bares her breasts and grips her bared buttocks, her mewlings muted by the gauze squeezes her face and her struggles hampered by the ropes pinching her delicate flesh. She is thrown roughly onto the bed where her breasts are again mauled before being hogtied. The humiliation is complete when her panties are pulled down and she is fully exposed for spanking and pawing before being left left to her struggles and her shame. She arches, thrashes and writhes but the ropes hold fast. It won't be long before she is again exhausted, a helpless and muted bundle of bound beauty on the crisp white linens of a hotel bed!

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Tara sits fully nude for the last set of the shoot, a tie Ted tells her will be easy and over after some quick restraint and five short minutes of video. He starts layering thin rope around her delicate frame, pulling it tight and sinking it into soft skin already adorned with rope marks. Her skin bulges over the tight ropes framing her chest, her elbows crushed behind her back, as they casually chat. The friendly dialog ends though when he grabs her hair and tests his knots by grabbing her tits. She struggles while whining at his advances before he hand-gags her and reaches down to grope her exposed vagina. She rolls her head back onto his shoulder, her soft moans telling the true story. He now knows she likes the treatment, so he ramps things up. Soon her tits are both bound, a dozen wraps of rope around each crushing them into bulbous, reddened orbs. She winces in pain as he pinches her nipples and squeezes her sensitizies titties. After some nipple flicking and hair pulling she is begging him to jack the out of her. Her forearms and breasts already a soft hue of blue, he resumes her bondage by tying her ankles crossed. She protests when her again gropes her vagina, but her true feelings emerge again while he sucks on her nipples. She starts moaning again, letting him know to continue. He ties her ankles crossed and her feet to her calves before groping her again and physically dominating her, pulling her hair and forcing her face down to her fettered ankles. She is revolted to see dirty panties from another girl in his hand. He roughly shoves them into mouth, jamming them quickly and fully inside before taping them in place with extra-tight wrappings of tape around her lower head. She shows true concern for the first time as her cheeks ooze over the right band crushing her face, and he promises release for a kiss. Three times she presents her taped face for a kiss and on the final peck he agrees to be a man of his word, after he gets his footage. She groans into the packing held deeply in her mouth as he crushes her arms to her waist. Finally he ties her chest down to her ankles, her face almost touching her feet, as she whines in discomfort. As he finishes the last knot she realizes she is crushed, contorted and fully at his mercy. He brings in a pedestal, and lifts her into the air. She squeels as he fully exposes her to the camera and she hovers briefly poised for a several foot drop to the carpet. He holds her steady though, depositing her on the furniture like agonized decoration and gets ready to film. She can barely move but knows her fastest route to freedom is to give him his damn five minutes of video. He films every moan, every groan and every wriggle as she fights against tight rope that have already beaten her. Her face is red, her tits are blue and her arms are on fire but still she does her best. Twisting and turning, her tits jiggling in the grip of tight rope, she uses every last bit of energy giving him the show he demands. As the five minute timer elapses he keeps filming, but she is spent. She can move no more, her only motion her chest expanding and contracting as she breaths through her nose and moans into a wettened mass packed into her face. Finally, after seven minutes he offers her relief and even offers to cut her free to make it quicker. To her dismay though he has no scissors and leaves her a pained and folded bundle of agony to go purchase some!.

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Tara sits fully nude for the last set of the shoot, a tie Ted tells her will be easy and over after some quick restraint and five short minutes of video. He starts layering thin rope around her delicate frame, pulling it tight and sinking it into soft skin already adorned with rope marks. Her skin bulges over the tight ropes framing her chest, her elbows crushed behind her back, as they casually chat. The friendly dialog ends though when he grabs her hair and tests his knots by grabbing her tits. She struggles while whining at his advances before he hand-gags her and reaches down to grope her exposed vagina. She rolls her head back onto his shoulder, her soft moans telling the true story. He now knows she likes the treatment, so he ramps things up. Soon her tits are both bound, a dozen wraps of rope around each crushing them into bulbous, reddened orbs. She winces in pain as he pinches her nipples and squeezes her sensitizies titties. After some nipple flicking and hair pulling she is begging him to jack the out of her. Her forearms and breasts already a soft hue of blue, he resumes her bondage by tying her ankles crossed. She protests when her again gropes her vagina, but her true feelings emerge again while he sucks on her nipples. She starts moaning again, letting him know to continue. He ties her ankles crossed and her feet to her calves before groping her again and physically dominating her, pulling her hair and forcing her face down to her fettered ankles. She is revolted to see dirty panties from another girl in his hand. He roughly shoves them into mouth, jamming them quickly and fully inside before taping them in place with extra-tight wrappings of tape around her lower head. She shows true concern for the first time as her cheeks ooze over the right band crushing her face, and he promises release for a kiss. Three times she presents her taped face for a kiss and on the final peck he agrees to be a man of his word, after he gets his footage. She groans into the packing held deeply in her mouth as he crushes her arms to her waist. Finally he ties her chest down to her ankles, her face almost touching her feet, as she whines in discomfort. As he finishes the last knot she realizes she is crushed, contorted and fully at his mercy. He brings in a pedestal, and lifts her into the air. She squeels as he fully exposes her to the camera and she hovers briefly poised for a several foot drop to the carpet. He holds her steady though, depositing her on the furniture like agonized decoration and gets ready to film. She can barely move but knows her fastest route to freedom is to give him his damn five minutes of video. He films every moan, every groan and every wriggle as she fights against tight rope that have already beaten her. Her face is red, her tits are blue and her arms are on fire but still she does her best. Twisting and turning, her tits jiggling in the grip of tight rope, she uses every last bit of energy giving him the show he demands. As the five minute timer elapses he keeps filming, but she is spent. She can move no more, her only motion her chest expanding and contracting as she breaths through her nose and moans into a wettened mass packed into her face. Finally, after seven minutes he offers her relief and even offers to cut her free to make it quicker. To her dismay though he has no scissors and leaves her a pained and folded bundle of agony to go purchase some!.

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Maci hit the last set of a full day shoot and when I jokingly asked her to choose between tied elbows and the tightest crotchrope of her career she chose the later. Twenty minutes later she was standing on one leg, in a fully nose-distorting panty face and split in half by a crotch rope so tight her underwear rode inside putting her delicates on full display.

Maci strutted into the basement in a leopard print dress, fishnets and red high heels ensemble that screamed hourly rate. When she remarked it was a strange place to play honeymoon Ted revealed his true plans of rope and video. The thought of easy money and a light tie-em-up was too much to resist and when he agreed to a half grand for her troubles she was definitely down for a trip to rope town. Two lengths of rope later her hands were tied behing a structural support and her waist was cinched against that same pole. Like a true gentleman he asked if he could lift up her skirt, threaded rope through her legs and pulled so hard she let out an audible groan. He tugged once, twice and three times more sinking the rope deeper and deeper until her panties were inside her and her beef had spilled out and into full and glorious view. With discomfort written all over her face she patiently waited as he tied her chest and then pinned her torso to the cold steel along her back. She starts to comment on the ridigity of her restraint and he offers assistance, popping a red ballgag into her mouth and strapping it tightly behind her neck. He sets to binding her thighs to the pole as the furrowed-brow damsel mewls into the orb inside her face. The amount of rope around her torso grows, pinning her more and more to the pole as her eyes widen and her muffled pleading continues. For $500 she has to earn it, and he callously pulls down top and pulls out her breasts to expose her fully erect nipples. After more binding he removes the gag. A massive amount of drool pours from her face until one long and shiny strand remains hanging from her chin, glistened and growing until it finally snaps free. She begs to be let go, but he continues adding rope. After some failed negotiation he pulls up an ankle and ties it in place. Like a flamingo she is only supporting her weight on one leg, but before she can protest more he produces some huge panties. He starts slowly stuffing them into her open maw until about halfway finished when she winces, gagging slightly and biting down on his fingers. She knows she's fucked when instead of stopping he only waits for her to relax and again starts stuffing the puss-covers into her mouth until every bit is behind her teeth. With bulging cheeks she glances at him from the corner of her eyes while he prepares clear tape, eyes that wide as he starts tightly wrapping the tape over her lower face until her lips and the panties are a crushed mass and her cheeks ooze over the tight tape. Next he gets a stocking, dragging it over her head and taping it in place before securing it to the ceiling so tightly her nose flattens. She feels her other leg raise up and starts sliding down the pole, the stocking stretching more and more and crushing her nose flatter and flatter. He shows pity on the girl hanging by only her face, returning her foot to the floor and tying her ankle in place. He finishes her torment with nipples clamps on those perky tit-toppers and leaves her to struggle. She is not happy, and sets about thrashing her leg and angrily gruning into the mass in her mouth. She she jerks against the stocking distoring her nose, her breasts thrashing and the chain on the clamps bouncing from her efforts. After a minute she begins to tire and her sounds shift to moans, but that might also be because her brutally tight crotchrope is tied off to the pole. Every motion tugs as the ropes between her legs, dragging them over a very sensitive spot. Three minutes in she is barely struggling, just enough to keep her hips moving, and after four minutes she is moaning. He periodically calls out a minute count and as time ticks by she is more focused on hip movement and moaning that anything else. Her breathing becomes more frantic at the five-minute mark and she is lowering on the pole again and again to tighten up the crotch rope. Eventually she is just moaning, her breathing growing faster as she wriggles her hips and slides up and down. Finally her breathing and moans build into one load groan, her leg trembling in a tell-tale sign of what has happened from that crotch rope. Her orgasm has bought her released and he finally puts down the camera to help her out. Imagine her surprise though when he slides scissors into her chest ropes, tells her theres $20 on the table for her effort and bids her farewell while she screams into the emptiness of the basement. Some couples will do anything to keep things fresh on their anniversary!

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Maci hit the last set of a full day shoot and when I jokingly asked her to choose between tied elbows and the tightest crotchrope of her career she chose the later. Twenty minutes later she was standing on one leg, in a fully nose-distorting panty face and split in half by a crotch rope so tight her underwear rode inside putting her delicates on full display.

Maci strutted into the basement in a leopard print dress, fishnets and red high heels ensemble that screamed hourly rate. When she remarked it was a strange place to play honeymoon Ted revealed his true plans of rope and video. The thought of easy money and a light tie-em-up was too much to resist and when he agreed to a half grand for her troubles she was definitely down for a trip to rope town. Two lengths of rope later her hands were tied behing a structural support and her waist was cinched against that same pole. Like a true gentleman he asked if he could lift up her skirt, threaded rope through her legs and pulled so hard she let out an audible groan. He tugged once, twice and three times more sinking the rope deeper and deeper until her panties were inside her and her beef had spilled out and into full and glorious view. With discomfort written all over her face she patiently waited as he tied her chest and then pinned her torso to the cold steel along her back. She starts to comment on the ridigity of her restraint and he offers assistance, popping a red ballgag into her mouth and strapping it tightly behind her neck. He sets to binding her thighs to the pole as the furrowed-brow damsel mewls into the orb inside her face. The amount of rope around her torso grows, pinning her more and more to the pole as her eyes widen and her muffled pleading continues. For $500 she has to earn it, and he callously pulls down top and pulls out her breasts to expose her fully erect nipples. After more binding he removes the gag. A massive amount of drool pours from her face until one long and shiny strand remains hanging from her chin, glistened and growing until it finally snaps free. She begs to be let go, but he continues adding rope. After some failed negotiation he pulls up an ankle and ties it in place. Like a flamingo she is only supporting her weight on one leg, but before she can protest more he produces some huge panties. He starts slowly stuffing them into her open maw until about halfway finished when she winces, gagging slightly and biting down on his fingers. She knows she's fucked when instead of stopping he only waits for her to relax and again starts stuffing the puss-covers into her mouth until every bit is behind her teeth. With bulging cheeks she glances at him from the corner of her eyes while he prepares clear tape, eyes that wide as he starts tightly wrapping the tape over her lower face until her lips and the panties are a crushed mass and her cheeks ooze over the tight tape. Next he gets a stocking, dragging it over her head and taping it in place before securing it to the ceiling so tightly her nose flattens. She feels her other leg raise up and starts sliding down the pole, the stocking stretching more and more and crushing her nose flatter and flatter. He shows pity on the girl hanging by only her face, returning her foot to the floor and tying her ankle in place. He finishes her torment with nipples clamps on those perky tit-toppers and leaves her to struggle. She is not happy, and sets about thrashing her leg and angrily gruning into the mass in her mouth. She she jerks against the stocking distoring her nose, her breasts thrashing and the chain on the clamps bouncing from her efforts. After a minute she begins to tire and her sounds shift to moans, but that might also be because her brutally tight crotchrope is tied off to the pole. Every motion tugs as the ropes between her legs, dragging them over a very sensitive spot. Three minutes in she is barely struggling, just enough to keep her hips moving, and after four minutes she is moaning. He periodically calls out a minute count and as time ticks by she is more focused on hip movement and moaning that anything else. Her breathing becomes more frantic at the five-minute mark and she is lowering on the pole again and again to tighten up the crotch rope. Eventually she is just moaning, her breathing growing faster as she wriggles her hips and slides up and down. Finally her breathing and moans build into one load groan, her leg trembling in a tell-tale sign of what has happened from that crotch rope. Her orgasm has bought her released and he finally puts down the camera to help her out. Imagine her surprise though when he slides scissors into her chest ropes, tells her theres $20 on the table for her effort and bids her farewell while she screams into the emptiness of the basement. Some couples will do anything to keep things fresh on their anniversary!

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Maci hit the last set of a full day shoot and when I jokingly asked her to choose between tied elbows and the tightest crotchrope of her career she chose the later. Twenty minutes later she was standing on one leg, in a fully nose-distorting panty face and split in half by a crotch rope so tight her underwear rode inside putting her delicates on full display.

Maci strutted into the basement in a leopard print dress, fishnets and red high heels ensemble that screamed hourly rate. When she remarked it was a strange place to play honeymoon Ted revealed his true plans of rope and video. The thought of easy money and a light tie-em-up was too much to resist and when he agreed to a half grand for her troubles she was definitely down for a trip to rope town. Two lengths of rope later her hands were tied behing a structural support and her waist was cinched against that same pole. Like a true gentleman he asked if he could lift up her skirt, threaded rope through her legs and pulled so hard she let out an audible groan. He tugged once, twice and three times more sinking the rope deeper and deeper until her panties were inside her and her beef had spilled out and into full and glorious view. With discomfort written all over her face she patiently waited as he tied her chest and then pinned her torso to the cold steel along her back. She starts to comment on the ridigity of her restraint and he offers assistance, popping a red ballgag into her mouth and strapping it tightly behind her neck. He sets to binding her thighs to the pole as the furrowed-brow damsel mewls into the orb inside her face. The amount of rope around her torso grows, pinning her more and more to the pole as her eyes widen and her muffled pleading continues. For $500 she has to earn it, and he callously pulls down top and pulls out her breasts to expose her fully erect nipples. After more binding he removes the gag. A massive amount of drool pours from her face until one long and shiny strand remains hanging from her chin, glistened and growing until it finally snaps free. She begs to be let go, but he continues adding rope. After some failed negotiation he pulls up an ankle and ties it in place. Like a flamingo she is only supporting her weight on one leg, but before she can protest more he produces some huge panties. He starts slowly stuffing them into her open maw until about halfway finished when she winces, gagging slightly and biting down on his fingers. She knows she's fucked when instead of stopping he only waits for her to relax and again starts stuffing the puss-covers into her mouth until every bit is behind her teeth. With bulging cheeks she glances at him from the corner of her eyes while he prepares clear tape, eyes that wide as he starts tightly wrapping the tape over her lower face until her lips and the panties are a crushed mass and her cheeks ooze over the tight tape. Next he gets a stocking, dragging it over her head and taping it in place before securing it to the ceiling so tightly her nose flattens. She feels her other leg raise up and starts sliding down the pole, the stocking stretching more and more and crushing her nose flatter and flatter. He shows pity on the girl hanging by only her face, returning her foot to the floor and tying her ankle in place. He finishes her torment with nipples clamps on those perky tit-toppers and leaves her to struggle. She is not happy, and sets about thrashing her leg and angrily gruning into the mass in her mouth. She she jerks against the stocking distoring her nose, her breasts thrashing and the chain on the clamps bouncing from her efforts. After a minute she begins to tire and her sounds shift to moans, but that might also be because her brutally tight crotchrope is tied off to the pole. Every motion tugs as the ropes between her legs, dragging them over a very sensitive spot. Three minutes in she is barely struggling, just enough to keep her hips moving, and after four minutes she is moaning. He periodically calls out a minute count and as time ticks by she is more focused on hip movement and moaning that anything else. Her breathing becomes more frantic at the five-minute mark and she is lowering on the pole again and again to tighten up the crotch rope. Eventually she is just moaning, her breathing growing faster as she wriggles her hips and slides up and down. Finally her breathing and moans build into one load groan, her leg trembling in a tell-tale sign of what has happened from that crotch rope. Her orgasm has bought her released and he finally puts down the camera to help her out. Imagine her surprise though when he slides scissors into her chest ropes, tells her theres $20 on the table for her effort and bids her farewell while she screams into the emptiness of the basement. Some couples will do anything to keep things fresh on their anniversary!

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Maci hit the last set of a full day shoot and when I jokingly asked her to choose between tied elbows and the tightest crotchrope of her career she chose the later. Twenty minutes later she was standing on one leg, in a fully nose-distorting panty face and split in half by a crotch rope so tight her underwear rode inside putting her delicates on full display.

Maci strutted into the basement in a leopard print dress, fishnets and red high heels ensemble that screamed hourly rate. When she remarked it was a strange place to play honeymoon Ted revealed his true plans of rope and video. The thought of easy money and a light tie-em-up was too much to resist and when he agreed to a half grand for her troubles she was definitely down for a trip to rope town. Two lengths of rope later her hands were tied behing a structural support and her waist was cinched against that same pole. Like a true gentleman he asked if he could lift up her skirt, threaded rope through her legs and pulled so hard she let out an audible groan. He tugged once, twice and three times more sinking the rope deeper and deeper until her panties were inside her and her beef had spilled out and into full and glorious view. With discomfort written all over her face she patiently waited as he tied her chest and then pinned her torso to the cold steel along her back. She starts to comment on the ridigity of her restraint and he offers assistance, popping a red ballgag into her mouth and strapping it tightly behind her neck. He sets to binding her thighs to the pole as the furrowed-brow damsel mewls into the orb inside her face. The amount of rope around her torso grows, pinning her more and more to the pole as her eyes widen and her muffled pleading continues. For $500 she has to earn it, and he callously pulls down top and pulls out her breasts to expose her fully erect nipples. After more binding he removes the gag. A massive amount of drool pours from her face until one long and shiny strand remains hanging from her chin, glistened and growing until it finally snaps free. She begs to be let go, but he continues adding rope. After some failed negotiation he pulls up an ankle and ties it in place. Like a flamingo she is only supporting her weight on one leg, but before she can protest more he produces some huge panties. He starts slowly stuffing them into her open maw until about halfway finished when she winces, gagging slightly and biting down on his fingers. She knows she's fucked when instead of stopping he only waits for her to relax and again starts stuffing the puss-covers into her mouth until every bit is behind her teeth. With bulging cheeks she glances at him from the corner of her eyes while he prepares clear tape, eyes that wide as he starts tightly wrapping the tape over her lower face until her lips and the panties are a crushed mass and her cheeks ooze over the tight tape. Next he gets a stocking, dragging it over her head and taping it in place before securing it to the ceiling so tightly her nose flattens. She feels her other leg raise up and starts sliding down the pole, the stocking stretching more and more and crushing her nose flatter and flatter. He shows pity on the girl hanging by only her face, returning her foot to the floor and tying her ankle in place. He finishes her torment with nipples clamps on those perky tit-toppers and leaves her to struggle. She is not happy, and sets about thrashing her leg and angrily gruning into the mass in her mouth. She she jerks against the stocking distoring her nose, her breasts thrashing and the chain on the clamps bouncing from her efforts. After a minute she begins to tire and her sounds shift to moans, but that might also be because her brutally tight crotchrope is tied off to the pole. Every motion tugs as the ropes between her legs, dragging them over a very sensitive spot. Three minutes in she is barely struggling, just enough to keep her hips moving, and after four minutes she is moaning. He periodically calls out a minute count and as time ticks by she is more focused on hip movement and moaning that anything else. Her breathing becomes more frantic at the five-minute mark and she is lowering on the pole again and again to tighten up the crotch rope. Eventually she is just moaning, her breathing growing faster as she wriggles her hips and slides up and down. Finally her breathing and moans build into one load groan, her leg trembling in a tell-tale sign of what has happened from that crotch rope. Her orgasm has bought her released and he finally puts down the camera to help her out. Imagine her surprise though when he slides scissors into her chest ropes, tells her theres $20 on the table for her effort and bids her farewell while she screams into the emptiness of the basement. Some couples will do anything to keep things fresh on their anniversary!

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Whitney wanted her husband to find her tied up and instead is forced to orgasm for hours while she sweats and sits in a pool of her own juices. The poor girl crashed her husband's car and thinks she can blame it on a car thief, fooling her husband when he finds her tightly bound and gagged with the car gone. It will look real, and the clever liar will avoid any blame. Ted walks in to find her wearing only a slip, panties and high heels and spouting sugary stories of needing his help. She plays the damsel in distress well, and the vixen soon gets her way as he ties her to the chair with her wrists behind her back, her ankles raised up off the ground and her thighs spread invitingly wide. The tempation proves too much for him, and he decides to test her helplessness by urging struggle with one hand gripping her hair and the other squeezing her avaialble breasts. She is not happy at all, calling him a perver, but it only results in his hand shifting to her crotch where he gropes her pantied pussy over and again. When she claims he took things too far and demands release he apologizes, claiming that for safety he needed to make sure that her struggling would not result in a fall. She relents, allowing him to tied her waste tightly to the chair and her wrists down. Again she begins groping her breasts, and her protests result in a firm hand-gagging and continued groping. He claims it is all for the cause, needing to make things look real, but she doesn't think much of his hands-on approach. She's even less happy when he puts dirty panties in front of her face. "They aren't clean, they're still wet!" she exclaims, only opening her mouth when he says it is a cleave to go between her teeth. Once open though she can't stop him from roughly shoving every bit into her mouth until it is fully packed. He starts wrapping stretched lengths of microfoam tape around her face. She winces as he goes over her ears, crushing her earrings into the side of her head, but he doesn't stop until a wide band of tight white covers her lower face clearly showing her lips underneath while holding the panties deeply in her mouth. He grabs a nipple, squeezing hard to force a very muffled scream and prove she is now a true damsel in distress. She glares at him when he says he knows how to make things even more realistic, but her eye roll turns to wide-eyed begging when he puts the hitachi against her unprotected groin and ties it in place. Already pained she shakes her reddened face as her elbows slide together, adding more and more rope to her crushed arms. She winces as he pinches her while adding a last cinch, his hollow apology bringing whimpers from the now very helpless Whitney. He plugs in the brute between her legs, turning it on high to a yelp from her like she just got hit with a taser. He starts filming her 11-minute ordeal at that point, chronicling every delicious moment. Almost immediately her face is shiny and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and protests have shifted to rhythmic moans. She tries to pull away from the pulsating pole, but stays against her. She tries to push it way only to ride up tighter onto it. After a minute she is grunting, then moaning, then grunting in a chorus that builds to the first tremoring squeals of delight into her gag. With one orgasm out of the way she is sensitized, unable to prevent the every-repeating build until the next orgasm. Some are soft, accompanied by light moans and the leg and voice tremors that give her release away. Others are more vigorous, with a bigger build up to a more active flood of sensation. Finally, after 11 minutes she is fully sensitized and unable to prevent the release. She groans, moans and whimpers as her breathing picks up. She is panting through her nose, her face glistening, until finally she lets moans her way through a pleasurable, almost tortuous orgasm and the several after shocks of pleasure that continue to crash over her.

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Whitney wanted her husband to find her tied up and instead is forced to orgasm for hours while she sweats and sits in a pool of her own juices. The poor girl crashed her husband's car and thinks she can blame it on a car thief, fooling her husband when he finds her tightly bound and gagged with the car gone. It will look real, and the clever liar will avoid any blame. Ted walks in to find her wearing only a slip, panties and high heels and spouting sugary stories of needing his help. She plays the damsel in distress well, and the vixen soon gets her way as he ties her to the chair with her wrists behind her back, her ankles raised up off the ground and her thighs spread invitingly wide. The tempation proves too much for him, and he decides to test her helplessness by urging struggle with one hand gripping her hair and the other squeezing her avaialble breasts. She is not happy at all, calling him a perver, but it only results in his hand shifting to her crotch where he gropes her pantied pussy over and again. When she claims he took things too far and demands release he apologizes, claiming that for safety he needed to make sure that her struggling would not result in a fall. She relents, allowing him to tied her waste tightly to the chair and her wrists down. Again she begins groping her breasts, and her protests result in a firm hand-gagging and continued groping. He claims it is all for the cause, needing to make things look real, but she doesn't think much of his hands-on approach. She's even less happy when he puts dirty panties in front of her face. "They aren't clean, they're still wet!" she exclaims, only opening her mouth when he says it is a cleave to go between her teeth. Once open though she can't stop him from roughly shoving every bit into her mouth until it is fully packed. He starts wrapping stretched lengths of microfoam tape around her face. She winces as he goes over her ears, crushing her earrings into the side of her head, but he doesn't stop until a wide band of tight white covers her lower face clearly showing her lips underneath while holding the panties deeply in her mouth. He grabs a nipple, squeezing hard to force a very muffled scream and prove she is now a true damsel in distress. She glares at him when he says he knows how to make things even more realistic, but her eye roll turns to wide-eyed begging when he puts the hitachi against her unprotected groin and ties it in place. Already pained she shakes her reddened face as her elbows slide together, adding more and more rope to her crushed arms. She winces as he pinches her while adding a last cinch, his hollow apology bringing whimpers from the now very helpless Whitney. He plugs in the brute between her legs, turning it on high to a yelp from her like she just got hit with a taser. He starts filming her 11-minute ordeal at that point, chronicling every delicious moment. Almost immediately her face is shiny and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and protests have shifted to rhythmic moans. She tries to pull away from the pulsating pole, but stays against her. She tries to push it way only to ride up tighter onto it. After a minute she is grunting, then moaning, then grunting in a chorus that builds to the first tremoring squeals of delight into her gag. With one orgasm out of the way she is sensitized, unable to prevent the every-repeating build until the next orgasm. Some are soft, accompanied by light moans and the leg and voice tremors that give her release away. Others are more vigorous, with a bigger build up to a more active flood of sensation. Finally, after 11 minutes she is fully sensitized and unable to prevent the release. She groans, moans and whimpers as her breathing picks up. She is panting through her nose, her face glistening, until finally she lets moans her way through a pleasurable, almost tortuous orgasm and the several after shocks of pleasure that continue to crash over her.

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Rachel is a detective who wants to bring down a crime ring and mummification is the answer. With each victim carted away tightly sausaged in tape she wants to pull off a sting with the help of a tracking device, a brutal encasement and fellow detective Ted. Standing topless and almost fully clad in nylon she explains the plan to a disbelieving Ted who starts to tape her up with shiny, black tape. She urges things to be as tight as possible, and her thighs bulge around the tape as it soon sheaths her from knees to groin. Even as Ted continues tightly taping her lower legs and feet Rachel urges that they'll know something is wrong if everything isn't tight and smooth. Inch by inch the caccoon of stickiness grows, as he tapes her shoulers, lower chest, waist and then her ass. He laments having to cover such beautiful titties and with "eyes on task" sternness she orders him to pay attention to business. Her knees bulge over the tape above and below, tightly crushed together, and yet she still urges completeness and tightness as he finishes taping her legs. He asks what next and is told to cover her head in nylon and then tape. The shear material fits snuggly over her face, her nose crushing several times into a pig nose as her jerks the end of the panythose to smooth everything. He comments she won't be able to make any noise covered in tape only for her to respond that is why there's a tracking device. It has to be as real as possible. They cannot know she isn't a real captive. She then demands a gag to make her sound like a true victim, so he returns with a gigantic pair of red panties. She asks what he's gagging her with and as he methodically starts stuffing the soiled puss-protectors into her face he tells he they are evidence from a prositition sting. Her muffled noises clearly indicate a dislike of his choice, but he slowly keeps packing them into her ever-filling mouth until her cheeks bulge every inch is behind her teeth. She admonishes him for the humiliation of packing her face with soiled panties, but he only pulls the nylon back over her head and leaves to get tape. When he returns she has managed to push some of the dirty undergarments out, but he packs them in and begins a brutally tight face wrappign with black electrical tape. Wrap after wrap goes tightly around her head, crushing her face and driving the panties fully into her mouth, until she is silenced by a vice of stickiness. Her protests have shifted to grunts and groans of discomfort as he beings to encase her head, wrapping and taping and snipping and patching until only her nose sticks out. He completes the mummification by covering her neck and shoulders, but he's not done with putting her in her place. As the first zip tie is cinched brutally tight around her knees he admits a secret, that he is working with mummification ring from the inside and they want that bitch detective sausaged and at their mercy. She finally starts to struggle, realizing her plan won't lead to an arrest but only her addition to a long list of cacooned cuties being shipped off to the highest bidders. More an more zip ties are cinched as tight as possible around her wriggling frame ending with the ultimate indignity of one around her lower face both driving the panties deeper into her mouth and ensuring the foul taste remained bulgingly in place behind tape, tape and tie. He heft her easily into the air, placing her on the ground to wait as he calls for her pick up. She begins to struggle in earnest, writhing as much as possible. The brutality of her encasement limits most movement, and the panties reduce her cries to a light echoing that won't leave the room let alone the basement of an abondonment building. She wriggles lightly, barely able to move, pushing muffled and inedible words into the panties. Each movement combined with the severe crushing of tape saps her quickly fading energy, and each vocalization risk allowing the taped and zip tied panties to sink into the back of her throat. Every minute she struggles less, saving her energy for short bursts of thrashing legs and rocking that further reduce her to furniture. After a couple minutes her struggling is noticeably less and her protests and pleas are spaced farther apart. She draws long breaths in and out of her nose, struggling to bring oxygen into a taxed and fatiqued system. After four minutes she is mostly motionless, her head sometimes shaking and her feet sometimes twitching. She mostly breathes, inhaling and exhaling over and over with a pathetic mewling here and there to let us know just severity of her predicament. After six minutes she is reduced to simply trying to endure, breathing and only moving when the crush of the tape prods her to do so to escape growing discomfort in part of her aching body. The tautness of the tape is evident and the zip ties dig deeply into the tape, and both have reduced her to very secure cargo. After seven minutes he returns to heft her up and on the way to her new life as a secured and sausaged captive at the total whim of her new owner!

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